"Westyn Morgan, there's still a bun left, don't let it go to waste."
Wyatt Barnes cast a gaze at the bun that had been trampled into a muddy mess and smiled lightly.
"I'll do it!"
Before Westyn Morgan could respond, the now somewhat recovered Remi Sinclair picked up the muddy bun and walked toward Simon Davies.
"Remi Sinclair, I dare you! I will have you dead with nowhere to bury your body!"
Simon Davies's pupils contracted sharply as he growled.
"What do I have to fear?"
Remi Sinclair scoffed coldly, reached out and grabbed Simon Davies' hair, yanking him upwards.
"Seeking death!"
Simon Davies raised his hand to retaliate against Remi Sinclair.
Slap!
Wyatt Barnes had been watching Simon Davies all along. Seeing him attempt to strike, he intercepted, grabbing his hand, "Simon Davies, if you don't cooperate, I'll snap your arm off... and if your arm is broken, you might not be able to pass the Genius Camp training!"
"Wyatt! Barnes!"
